In the spirit of Autumn

Aloft upon the vibrant tides of fall,

Where sun-kissed hues ignite the fleeting trees,

I wander through the breath of Nature's call,

And in a different style, I speak of these.

Now as the lively zephyrs dance and play,

With grace they whisper secrets to my ear,

A verse anew, I pen in my own way,

To celebrate this season, ever near.

Behold! The orchard, burdened by its fruit,

With bounty ripe and succulent and sweet,

I taste the nectar, reaping Nature's loot,

As I, with vivid words, the scene shall meet.

The mellow haze enshrouds the dimming light,

As evening spreads its wings in gentle flight,

A sonnet formed in shades of amber, bright,

Unfolds the glory of this fleeting sight.

Upon the golden fields, the reapers toil,

Their tireless hands caress the ripened grain,

And as the sunlight paints the fertile soil,

I find new words to echo Nature's reign.

Beneath the crimson canopy, I stroll,

Where leaves of scarlet rustle at my feet,

Their whispers weave a tale, a tale untold,

In different style, my heart and pen shall meet.

So let me sing, in verse so new and free,

The wonders of this season's symphony,

Where autumn's essence, true and bold, I see,

In different style, I'll paint its tapestry.

Thanks for reading <3.